As promised, Jameson led me through town unseen. He held me close to him as we traveled at lightning speed. His magic was exciting.
My feet never touched the ground. I felt safe in his arms, and being so close to him made me angry. I had this viable option for a husband, right here, and I was being forced to ask forgiveness from a man I detested.
“He’s a fool if he sends you away,” Jameson said. He released the veil covering us beside the steps to Roger’s home. “I will be here if you need me.”
Roger answered on my third knock.
“If it isn’t Miss Drygen,” His words slurred a bit. I assumed the scotch he was holding was not his first.
“Yes, Roger. I have come to apologize for my behavior the other night. I shouldn’t have acted like a spoiled brat,” I said, shifting my eyes away as if I w
